Millie Pulled a Pistol on Santa

If you will suck my soul

I will lick your funky emotions

This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly

But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of

MillieMillie, a

Brooklyn queen, originally from

PhillyComplete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly

Around this time, the slammin' joint was '

Milk is Chillin''

But even cooler was my social worker

DillonYeah,

I had a social worker 'coz

I had some troubles

Anyone who'd riff on me,

I'd pop their dome like bubbles

He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races

That's how his daughter

Millie become one of my favorite faces

She had the curves that made you wanna take chances

I mean on her, man,

I'd love to make advances

I guess her father musta got the same feelin'

I mean, actually findin' his own daughter

Millie appealin'

At the time no one knew but it was a shame

That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game

Yo Millie, what's the problem?

Lately you've been buggin'

On your Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'

You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'

Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'

Come to think, your face look stink when

Dill's around you

He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you?

You shouldn't flip on him 'coz

Dill is really cool

Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school

He hooked up a trip to bring us all the

LaceyHe volunteered to play old

Santa Claus at

Macy'sChild, ya got the best of pops anyone could have

Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad

Yeah, it seemed that

Santa's ways were parallel with

DillonBut when

Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain

While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom

An' he would toss an' then would force her to give him head room

Millie tried real hard to let this

Hell not happen

But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'

Yo Dillon, man,

Millie's been out of school for a week, man

What's the deal?

I guess he was givin'

Millie's bruises time to heal

Of course he told us she was sick an' we believed him

An' at the department store as

Santa we would see 'em

An' as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'

How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him

When I got home,

I found she had tried to call me

My machine had kicked to her, “

Hey how ya doin'?”, “

Sorry”I tried to call the honey but her line was busy

I guess I'll head to

Macy's an' bug out on

DillonI received a call from

Misses Sick herself

I asked her how was she recoverin' her health

She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute

She wanted to talk serious,

I said, “Go ahead, shoot"She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missleWanted to know if I could get a loaded pistolThat ain't a problem but why would Millie need oneShe said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed oneRan some style about him pushin' on her privates“Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fitsThere's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flipHe might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip”“You're just mad he's your overseer at schoolNo need to play him out like he's someone cruel”She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else“Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self”Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kissesAn' all the little brats demandin' all of their wishesTime passes by as I wait for my younger brotherHe, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to MotherAs I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombieI ask her what's her problem, all she says is, "

Where is he?"I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz he's a DemonNone of the kids could understand what was the causeAll they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on ClausDillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean toDo all the things that her mind could do nothin' but cling toMillie bucked him an' with the quickness it was over